15. Seth
Seth
Now playing: “On some high” by Sebastian Paul
How I ended up on the floor is anyone’s guess, but here I am. Kaden’s lying next to me, dragging a finger across his bottom lip, back and forth.
It’s kind of hypnotizing.
Then he slowly turns his head my way, making the finger drag his lip down a little. I can’t tear my eyes away.
“What?” he mumbles.
“What’re you doing?” I frown.
He chuckles. “It tingles.”
I snort, but bring a finger to my lips to see if it’s true.
It’s not.
Bummer.
I reach for a cherry rope, take a bite, and twirl the rest around my finger.
“I’m horny,” Kaden mumbles. Yep, I feel it, too. Like I’m one touch away from popping a boner. My heart’s beating a little faster than normal, too. And my skin’s almost buzzing or something.
“You know where to find me,” I sing-song, taking another bite. When he doesn’t fire back, I turn to look at him. Eyes on the ceiling, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
I raise my brows. “Thinking about it?”
He whips his head my way. “…no. No,” he snorts. “Fucking Molly.” He clears his throat, sits up, and rests his arms on top of his knees.
I chuckle and pull myself up. “You want a consolation prize?” I offer him a rope, but he just looks at it before his eyes travel to my mouth as I take another bite.
He swallows again, looking away, cracking his neck before turning back.
And there’s something different about him.
In the way his gaze trails down from my eyes to my mouth and stays there.
His tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip before he rolls it between his teeth. Why is he looking at me like that? He’s so close I can feel his breath on my skin and all I can do is stare at him as my pulse starts hammering in my ears.
Kaden drops his gaze, drags a hand over his mouth and chin. Shoving his hands into his hair, ruffling it as he slowly exhales. I don’t know if the drugs are getting to him or what is going on.
“Are you ok—”
He faces me, wraps a hand around my neck, and presses his lips to mine.
And everything stops—my breathing, my heartbeat, me.
Kaden is kissing me.
Oh, my god, Kaden is kissing me!
I don’t know what to do, my arms hang by my sides like dead weight, the candy rope in my hand completely forgotten. He pulls back, angling his body. His knee bumps against mine as he leans in, tightening the grip around my neck, and licks the seam of my lips.
I have no idea what’s happening, but fuck if I’m going to question it. I open up and he slides his tongue inside. He tastes like that peppermint gum he’s always chewing, and when his cologne fills my nostrils, all the blood in my head rushes south.
I slide a hand into the hair at the back of his head to pull him closer. It’s so damn soft, exactly like I imagined. He thrusts his tongue in deeper and a whimper leaves me. Because of course, he’s a fucking mastermind when it comes to kissing, too.
He pulls back again, leaning his forehead against mine, breathing hard. His pupils are blown so wide, they almost look black.
“D’you mean it?” he rushes the words out, stumbling over them.
I just look at him, panting. I don’t know what he’s talking about, and I can’t think. I just want more of whatever that was.
“Seth…” he pleads, moving his eyes from mine to my mouth and back. And that’s the only way I want to hear my name from his lips from here on out.
I’m in a haze, and somewhere in the back of my mind, there’s a tiny voice telling me this is not a great idea.
That it’s actually a pretty bad one, all things considered, but I shut that voice right up and crash my lips to Kaden’s.
I completely devour him. This is all I ever wanted, and I’m not going to ruin it with stupid things like… what? Logic?
Never heard of her.
Teeth clashing, tongues tangling together, and our panting breaths fills the air. He slides one hand onto the nape of my neck, the other’s keeping a firm grip on my jaw, as he tilts my head to deepen the kiss. I comb my fingers through his hair, messing it up.
He tugs on my shirt, then back to my jaw, my hair—his hands are everywhere. Lips still fused, I push myself up, straddling him, and he falls back on the floor. And then his hard body is pressed against mine.
I could live here. Make myself a little home. Decorate it with butterflies and happiness and Kaden.
He bites down on my lip as he slides his hand into my hair, tugging at it, and I’m a whimpering mess.
Fingers are digging into my skin as he moves his hands down to grip my hips, and they move of their own accord, grinding down on him.
And I’m absolutely shocked to realize he’s as hard as I am, and I can’t fucking believe this is happening.
What if it’s not?
What if it’s just a hallucination? We’re high off our asses, this might only be a dream.
Don’t wake up! Don’t wake up! Don’t wake up!
Kaden pulls back, catching his breath, rolling his hips against me as I kiss down his neck.
I push his shirt up, and run my hands over the ridge of his abs, kissing his collarbone, his chest, stomach.
I stop at the waistband of his jeans, looking up at him, reading his every expression as I undo the button and slowly unzip.
He swallows and hooks his thumbs inside the waistband, pushing his pants down. His black boxer briefs are tented, and I lick my lips instinctively, before I grip him through the fabric, drawing a gasp from him.
He looks high when I glance up at him. I mean, he is—we both are—but his pupils are so dilated, I can’t see the green at all. I don’t want to know what I look like right now. Probably deranged with how turned on I am. How fucking insane this situation is.
When I hook my fingers inside his boxers, and pull them down, his dick bounces back on his stomach, and I basically salivate.
It’s the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. But of course it is.
He pushes himself up, leaning back on his elbows and looks at me, mouth slightly open, breathing heavy.
Everything feels so surreal, like this is happening outside of my body, but also not. Like I’m slipping in and out of myself.
Fuck, I wish I wasn’t so fucking high right now!
I close my hand around the base, giving the tip a tentative lick, before I drag my tongue on the underside of his dick, from tip to base, and he gasps.
My own dick throbs behind my zipper. I really need to come, but I need this more. I’ve been waiting forever to get my hands on him, have him pinned beneath me, making a mess out of him.
I want to see him lose control.
And I want it to be because of me. Of what I’m doing to him.
With my eyes locked on Kaden, I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far back as I can, and he moans. Loudly. And when I swallow around him, his hips jerks.
“Oh, fuck!” he groans and falls back, head thrown back. That urges me on, and I start moving, bobbing my head up and down. Sucking him in deep until I feel the hard length of him at the back of my throat.
His thighs are shaking, and he’s moaning and gasping with my every move. My dick’s leaking in my pants, and I quickly press a hand on it, staving off any impending accidents, before I take his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers and swallow around him. His back arches off the floor.
“Fuck,” he moans, voice sounding all stifled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He grabs my hair, tugging hard as he thrusts into my mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as thick warmth floods my throat. I suck and swallow every last drop until he starts softening in my mouth.
“Holy shit!” His breathing’s choppy.
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and slump down beside him on the floor, trying to catch my breath.
We lie there for a couple of minutes until our breathing’s evened out.
“Should I—do you want me to—” He clears his throat.
“No, it’s… I’m fine. It’s fine. I’m good.”
Like hell am I going to let him know I jizzed in my pants like some fucking teenager, just from the sound of him coming.
He nods, biting his lip, before he slowly pulls his boxers and pants back on again.
Everything’s so quiet now, it’s awkward as hell.
Like we were pulled into an alternative reality and then thrown back out to deal with the aftermath.
The high from the drugs and the sex is gone, and I don’t know how to go from here.
I need to change my clothes though. There’s a wet spot on my Calvin’s the size of Texas, and it’s getting cold.
“I’m gonna…” I push myself up, gesturing in the general direction of the bathroom.
“Yeah,” he nods.
I take my time in the bathroom, mostly because I don’t know what to do or say when I get out of here that doesn’t sound stupid as fuck.
Like, great cock.
Or I’d like to do that again.
Or marry me?
I drag my hands down my face, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my hair’s all mussed, and my lips swollen.
Because I just had sex with Kaden.
My best friend.
I had his dick in my mouth. I swallowed his cum like it was my last meal on earth.
And he let me do it.
He wanted me to do it.
He came on to me!
What the hell is even happening right now?
Fuck, I’m never mixing Molly and pot again!
When I eventually drag myself out of the bathroom, Kaden’s on the couch, head in his hands, tugging the strands of his hair. Bet he’s freaking the fuck out right about now.
When he hears me, he looks up and stands.
“So, uhm,” he says, scratching the side of his nose. “I’m gonna…” He nods at the door, eyes on the floor, and thank fuck for that. My gaze is darting everywhere, like I’ve never seen the inside of my own apartment before.
“Yeah,” I nod.
He shuffles around a bit, picking up his hoodie from the floor, pulling it on as he moves to the front door. I slowly follow him a couple of steps behind.
“Okay, see you later,” he says, turning the door handle.
“Catch you on the flip side!” I finger-gun at him, immediately regretting it and wishing those were real guns so that I could put them in my mouth and put us both out of this misery.